Smack.
That's the last thing I heard before I left...

Since you left
I can't seem to...

Let the blade dance
over your pale skin...

Its been weeks since I heard your voice,
months since I felt your touch...

Scars criss cross the veins on my wrist,
while blood pools at my feet...

Just let the music play
my sweet drops of crimson...

Time for a stroll down to the pond
to relive our unbreakable bond...

One month, or two
somehow in the early morning dew...

Its time for this to end,
for the pain to become numb again...